Finding His Forever: Folklore, #2

By Shaw Hart

He's found what's his...

I don't know where to go from here.
I just lost my father.
It had always been just the two of us and now that he's gone, I don't know what to do next. 
Not until I clean out his room and find it. 
Our big plan. 
We were supposed to take a trip after I graduated. 
Now that he's gone, I decide to take it in his honor.
What was supposed to be a way to grieve his death and try to move, quickly turns to something else when I meet him. 
I didn't come out here looking for love but I think I might just have found it. 
What am I supposed to do now?

*Warning: This book alpha is growly and head over heels in love with his feisty girl. Are you looking for a short, sweet, instalove story? Then hit that button cause this book is for you!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shaw Hart
• Release date: May 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215294543

Book preview

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Penelope

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Most people would say I’m smart. Strange for sure, but smart. I’m always prepared, and I try not to put myself into unsafe situations. I’ve stayed close to home, to my dad, even when I went to college and I was happy.

So, why did I just spend twelve hours on a plane, three hours in a rental car, and then an hour and a half on a boat crossing the Prince of Wales Strait to get to this tiny island in northern Canada?

To find a yeti.

I’ve been obsessed with yetis since the first time my dad told me about them. It was always just him and I, and I think by the time I was six, he was sick of reading me bedtime stories about princesses being rescued by their prince. Neither one of us could really relate to those stories. I didn’t want to be saved by some dumb guy. I just wanted to go on an adventure and my dad was the same way. So, he started making up his own stories, tales about fantastic creatures, living in the most beautiful of places.

I found some old rope in the garage, and I would play in our backyard for hours, pretending to be an explorer and finding the most amazing places and things. It’s probably pretty obvious that I didn’t have many friends, but that never bothered me. I had my dad and that was more than enough for me. He encouraged my curiosity. One summer I built this awesome tent village with mountains and a lava river down the middle and he let me keep it up for three whole months.

His stories got more in-depth as I got older, and we would spend hours planning out trips, where we thought the best place to find each of these creatures would be and how we would sneak up on them to get pictures and proof that they were real.

The ones about Yetis were always my favorite. Maybe it’s because we lived in Tempe, Arizona and the idea of snow always fascinated me. Maybe it’s just that those were his favorite characters too and I picked up on it.

I was certain that I would grow up and be the world’s best adventurer. My dad and I would travel around the world together, exploring all of those places and finding all of those fantastic creatures that he had told me about. I even thought up a cool name for our company. Mark and Pen. It was really just our two names, but I remember loving the sound of it.

He was an insurance salesman, and he taught me always to be prepared, but finding a yeti was always our one shared dream. We had planned to head up north after I graduated college and spend a year looking for one before we both got back to our real lives. We spent hours planning out our trip, where we thought the best chances of spotting a yeti would be and all of the equipment that we would need.

He and my mom had me late in life, and he was nearing retirement so it was meant to be a joint party. A year off for me before I joined the workforce and a year off for him before he started his life in retirement. I had put off looking for a job or finding a new apartment, more focused on our adventure.

I had a month left of college when I got the phone call. He had a stroke at the office and died before he reached the hospital. Just like that, I was all alone. My mom had died in childbirth with me, and they were both only children, so it had always been just the two of us.

I was devasted, and I barely remember the last month of school. I had gotten permission to come home and plan the funeral but I had to go back